Suicidal Poems #4

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Ticking

Each second.
I struggle,I fight.

Each minute.
My sanity depletes.

Each hour.
I draw a line unto my arm.

Each day.
I fail miserably.

Each week.
I drown in sorrow.

Each month.
The wounds get deeper.

Each year.
The process repeats.

"Why Is Time Always Ticking By?"
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©to my classmate

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